Anxiety

It grips it hurts
It’s hard to work

The pain can be unbearable
The thoughts not controllable

The body aches, the heart beats fast
The agony tends to forever last

The pressure builds you can’t control
The chest beats hard it’s strong and bold

The thoughts keep coming, they do not slow
Day and night it always shows

You hope for peace
You pray for release
As of today it does not cease.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Ruble Avatar
September 30, 2012 at 6:16 AM
Thanks for the read Kirstie,you don't know how this hits home for me.Reading the writes of all the members on here and writing myself to relieve the pressure is what keeps me moving as of late,and the support of my family.Again thanks.
Mcconnell Avatar
September 26, 2012 at 9:42 AM
THanks Kirstie, this is so true & relevent for me as anxiety is a burden as today especially so as my stammer seems so near and the final verse really tells it as it is. Have a blessed day, God bless you, Gordon
Goff Avatar
March 25, 2009 at 11:27 AM
this is raw feeling, great stuff, Kirstie, Jim
Shango Avatar
March 15, 2009 at 6:19 AM
We who feel all things cannot deny that what you describe is true, then again God is the only hush I know, we are written in his hands, we share him like your poem, deeper
Winter Avatar
February 11, 2009 at 2:13 PM
Hi Kirstie, it's been a while. Yes, so many suffer, including myself. Almost a vicious cycle that never seems to break. Well expressed indeed. Wishing you rest from the stress, and deep, deep peace. Love & hugs, Shar xoxo
Gorelick Avatar
February 11, 2009 at 1:53 PM
You've described it perfectly. Thank God there is help..but when your in the midst of it-its really awful. BG
Richards Avatar
February 11, 2009 at 1:40 PM
So well describes....those are terrible feelings, and the more you fight, the more anxiety seems to build. Such a cycle! :( Well written! ~Carrie
Degenhardt Avatar
February 11, 2009 at 11:32 AM
Oh boy, do I know these feelings! Great use of the couplet form as it offers speed to the read in intervals, much like anxiety itself. Very well written. Michael
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